DREAMS: PARANORMAL ROMANCE
“Then the guy went around a corner and this bloody dead guy jumped out in front of him and jerked him through the wall! It was so cool. You’ve gotta see that movie!”
The couple in front of Gillie had spent the last several minutes discussing some stupid new movie, and she’d been subjected to the entire plot. Ghosts. Hah! She just couldn’t understand why people went to see stories like that when everyone knew there was no such thing. Serial killers, sure, those were scary movies most of the time. But ghosts?
“Oh please, hurry up,” she mumbled under her breath. She’d been standing in line for the past ten minutes, and it didn’t seem to be getting any shorter. Too much longer and she’d miss her appointment. She feared the landlord might rent to someone else if she did, and the space was perfect.
Another drone finally paid for his latte and left and she took a tiny step forward. There is a God!
A good cup of coffee, that was all Gillie wanted. She usually went to a small shop around the corner from her new apartment to buy it. But it closed the week prior for renovations so here she stood in the never-ending line at Starbucks. Shouts of “Half caf, Shot of Cinnamon, Whipped, No Froth, Ginseng sprinkles,” burst forth from the yuppie caffeine junkies around her. The noise almost deafened her as each shouted his or her order louder than the next person.